" Yes'm," I agreed, but mentioning Hadiya's challenges made me think of something else. "Is she going to be in The Program, being Muslim and everythin...?" By everything you mean her scars and amputations?" Yes'm." I was uncomfortable the way she tossed out those words, 'specially "amputations." For some reason that actually made me wince."I can't really discuss particulars, but as for being a Muslim, a few years ago we had a Muslim girl who insisted on a head covering but nothing else. That was. Hard, impatient and rough. Thrusting into me because you can’t help it, can’t stop! Taking me, fucking me as if I belonged to you!’ Her words blasted away the last vestiges of his control and she felt a smile curve her mouth as she felt his hands pulling at his own clothes and then he was there between her thighs, long and hard, the dark bulbous head already wet with his pre come, a tortured sound emerging from his throat as she pushed one hand between their bodies to touch him in one long,. .. So you were just too shy to say that when you got out?... Dude, I could've guessed that's what happened because you were in there for like almost half an hour." I chuckled at her response as I stayed quiet for a little while, thinking back to what actually occured in that restroom and thereal reason why I walked funny, still feeling the gooey residue in the front part of my underwear.I walked Jessica to her parents house and once we arrived we said our goodbyes for the evening before I. The rear end lost traction, wiggled for a moment, then bit the asphalt with a renewed vengeance. Betty took off and I felt my body literally pulled deeper into the cushion of the back seat.As our speed increased, Bailey began to weave in and out of the slower moving traffic. I silently prayed that there were no base police hanging around to witness our launch into orbit. Unconsciously, I gripped the seat belt across my lap and pulled it tight for the third time in as many minutes.Continuing to.